"In-effable: Poems of the Sidewalk" is a piece in the current VCUArts graduate show at the Anderson Gallery, and it's neon, wall-covering presence immediately drew me into it. At first, it seems like it might be a map of some sorts; there are several sectors of words, phrases and color with miniature maps of Richmond neighborhoods next to them in black and white. There is no explanation for what the piece is, what the words mean or anything: it is completely open. What I imagined the piece to be was a collection of random words, numbers, and phrases all written into then-wet sidewalk in each of the respective "districts" featured in the piece. For example, "PEG" was found somewhere in Shockhoe Slip, "bill was here" was found somewhere in The Fan, and so on. Growing up in the Fan, finding things drawn in the sidewalk was a constant of life. The sidewalks are always getting worked on, and you often see people inscribing their own messages in the wet cement temporarily abandoned by construction crews, save for some liability-safe caution tape. When I was little, I was scared of leaving my mark in such a permanent way; I didn't want to put my identity out there for the world. I don't think I'm scared of that anymore.